Friday, January 6, 2012
It's late, I'm still coughing from the bronchitis I'm trying to get rid of, so I thought I'd post something that happened over Winter Break.
In the month of December, four people I either knew very well or was at least somewhat acquainted with passed away. Between that, doctor's visits and running errands to prepare for the holidays, Mom and I got a little behind in the one tradition we now have at Christmastime: visiting the cemetery and changing the flowers.
I know, it probably sounds like kind of weird to have a tradition of visiting a cemetery at Christmas, but when the majority of your family is deceased, and Christmas is a time for family, then a trip to the cemetery is one of the things you do.
This time we were a little late and went after Christmas but before New Years Eve. The flowers looked beautiful and afterwards Mom and I went to the small Lion House Bakery inside the Chandler Deseret Bookstore for some fantastic chicken salad with a roll.
I will also add, however, after leaving one of the funerals at the beginning of my break, I went straight to the Temple. Keeping my thoughts focused on the teachings and feelings there helped me get through a very difficult day. Being dressed in all white and surrounded by others dressed in white reminded me of the Priesthood Blessing I had received a few days prior to the funeral reminding me to keep an eternal perspective on things as they unfold.
The Temple was such a "saving grace" for me when Decker passed away, and it continues to be a source of peace and strength for me today.